The Ebony and Ivory Matt & Ben.

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Amy Reed is an asshole. 

Amy Reed and I became friends in middle school when we realized there must have been a conspiracy against us because it seemed we were both trapped in the wrong ethnicity.

Amy Reed got me drunk and made me get my first tattoo, leading to two more and counting... 

Amy Reed makes me a violent drunk.

Amy Reed is a radio DJ, you can and should listen to her show every weekday morning, it's the famous Pittsfield, Massachusetts radio station...you know, in Pittsfield. Massachusetts.

Amy Reed gets a little too excited at female strip clubs. 

Amy Reed is as funny as they come.
(this is funny if you correlate it with my previous statement.)

The other night Amy and I were shooting the usual shit we usually shoot about; drinking, self loathing, starting our own production company and/or housing projects, and people from high school that pop up on our newsfeed and we wonder "what were they thinking?"

We then somehow unbeknownst to us, came up with a comedy idea, so we just started riffing off each other's texts. Within ten minutes it turned from a comedy, to a clear drama.  I mean shit escalated, quickly. Here is a sample of the basis of our new project...








 

Footnote: I can't be 100% sure if this is something we want to create for entertainment, or actually do and experience in real life.  Stay tuned.

If you want more disturbing, yet hilarious stories from a girl people call 'Amy No Soul' check out her borderline sociopathic blog http://amymcr.wordpress.com/

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